Best Cadet Poems

When Do We Start To Live  

Collaboration poem: Space Cadet and Darren White
Voice: Wesley C.


How do I know we’ve lived?
          If you’re...

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You'll find it is a good idea,
now and then,
to look at the bigger picture:
see with a broader view
the workings of your fellow men.
A word of...

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Always Something (Left) To Say


We riddle with change in pocket corners,
sit alone and sing an afternoon away,
nothing but the violin strings
and ukulele play.

Middle of this...

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The  words 
I  write  are  fluent;
my pen twitches,             ...

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What softness in silence amidst the cacophony of a spin cycle world war.
Lying next to your glow in sleep's stillness, careful of your bandaged hand.
Watching...

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Once, a strange structure appeared in a barn yard
difficult not to  notice, a scaffold to hang horses
for throwing their masters
Dumb and never protesting they...

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It was an autumn day, fresh and crisp,
with a slight breeze blowing that made 
our cheeks rosy.  My Aunt Trix and I were
on the...

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I grew up in Middletown, where everything was pretty much average. 
     Every house, every car, every mom, dad and every...

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Oh - Emm - Geeeee !!!

Who me??

OMG!...I'm gonna wig out, doing this poem!!
A ditz like me writing for a freakin’ contest, no less!!!??
You gotta be...

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The last time I had seen this particular cousin of mine, I was still in college and he had a head full of hair. In...

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Our lady cashier, Karen, daydreamed again
right past me in a nearby grocery ,
her fingers fumbling over my selection
of cold cuts, bagels,and lemon powder
while a haze...

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 "Horticulture is a groping in the dark
into the obscure and unfamiliar " James Tate,
from his poem, The Definition Of Gardening
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There is an art to...

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O, sweet silence of Spring,
maple seeds rain down and I am
entranced by music from the trees.
Inhaling the fresh mowed grass,
after the drone of the Cub...

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A gauzy haze rises from the flickering gas light, 
               ...

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I once shocked you
by my Queen Maud Fromage poem,
remembering a time
when the good Queen Maud
choked on the heavy stuff.

Her courtiers were 
about her suddenly,
and Queen...

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